No good ground this, nor yet rocky:
Soil of urban concrete,
Neglected and left to harden.
Here and there an imprint lingers
A shoe perhaps, or bold hand.
Silent mem'ry - once, this was soft.
Seeds find small purchase here; rather
Scatter trampled and futile
Amidst glass shards and strewn refuse.
Now and again, slight gaps grant hope
Chance sowings take tenous root
In earth now, always hid from sight.
Straggling weeds, trod-upon grass
A tree to break the pavement
The random flower, blooming once.
Never shall be a lush garden, this:
Nor a harvest abundant.
Still life takes hold - between the cracks.
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